All right then, my hearties, let's hunt up something to work with and scrub this deck.

Pick up what you can, and man this railquietly now, hearties, and keep your eyes open.

You'll not lose anything of what we bring back; it'll be share and share alike, so fall too, hearties.

Cheerily, my hearties!

Chorus Then come, my hearties, we’ll roam the mountains high!

Chorus Come, all my hearties, we’ll roam the mountains high, Together we will plunder, together we will die.

Chorus: Come, all my hearties, &c. In sixty-one this daring youth commenced his wild career, With a heart that knew no danger, no foeman did he fear.

Chorus: Come, all my hearties, &c. He bade the Judge “Good morning,” and told him to beware, That he’d never rob a hearty chap that acted on the square, And never to rob a mother of her son and only joy, Or else you may turn outlaw, like the wild Colonial boy.

Chorus: Come, all my hearties, &c. One day as he was riding the mountain side along, A-listening to the little birds, their pleasant laughing song, Three mounted troopers rode along—Kelly, Davis, and FitzRoy.

Chorus: Come, all my hearties, &c. “Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you see there’s three to one.

Chorus: Come, all my hearties, &c. He fired at Trooper Kelly, and brought him to the ground, And in return from Davis received a mortal wound.

Chorus: Come, all my hearties, &c. It will be noticed that the same chorus is sung to both “The Wild Colonial Boy” and “Bold Jack Donahoo.” Several versions of both songs were sent in, but the same chorus was always made to do duty for both songs.

Then, master Dicke Bowyer, after my heartie commendations, adue!

give way, my hearties!" cried P, putting his weight against the aft oar.

"Silence," thundered the mate as he sprang to the bow, and exchanged places with the harpooner; "all safe, my hearties! stern hard!

"Hurrah, my hearties!"

From the very pool into which I dived Cook's hearties filled their casks with fresh water, after shooting "two muskets and a great gun along the shore to intimidate the Indians who were obstinate.

" "I say, Mivins," cried Tom Green, the carpenter's mate, "if you were asked to say, 'Hold on hard to this handspike here, my hearties,' how would ye go about it?"

"That's your sort, my hearties!

Old Jack Amerald, an ex-captain of the navy, with his short stout leg on a chair, and its wooden companion beside it, sipped his grog, and bawled in the old-fashioned navy way, and called his friends his 'hearties.'

"Hold hard there, my hearties!"

Avast and belay, my hearties!

"Ahoy, my hearties!" called the bluff, cheerful voice of Captain Spark.

Right welbeloued, my very heartie commendations vnto you, and the rest of my friends remembred.

"Clap on more sail, my hearties," roared the captain, almost beside himself with excitement, "I want ter get my hands on them two piratical craft.